The afterglow of the setting sun burns out gorgeous fire clouds in the western sky. The Tianshui River is sparkling, one ripple after another, reflecting the setting sun like blood, carrying a small boat, slowly flowing eastward and never returning. Beside the river bank, stands
There were five young figures. The leader was holding a torch. He stared sadly at the boat going further and further away, as if he wanted to imprint the faces of his best friends and brothers in his heart, and take another look, and another look...
The boat has been deliberately decorated, surrounded by pure white onions, which are delicate and soft. Although they are ordinary wild flowers, they are the most beautiful flowers that can be found in this mountain wilderness. There is a layer of branches on the bottom of the boat.
Then a thick layer of hay was spread. Juchen closed his eyes lightly and lay on the soft grass, sleeping among the plain flowers. He looked so calm, and the corners of his smiling lips were slightly raised, like
It's like being in a deep sleep and dreaming.
The evening breeze blew gently, causing the clear waves to ripple. The boat went down the river, rippling in the light of the sky and water, and went further and further away...
"well……"
There was no tragic eulogy, no heart-stirring elegy, but only a sigh of despair, which was carried by the evening wind into the vast twilight. Mu Zizhen slowly closed his eyes, slowly raised his right hand, and threw
took the torch in his hand——
The sword box on his back suddenly opened, and a sword energy burst out of the box, turning into brilliant brilliance to intercept the falling torch. Then, the brilliant light flashed, and the Qingfeng sword and the torch merged into one, turning into a phantom light toward
The boat chased after it and hit the side of the boat. The next moment, the fire ignited the hull, but in the blink of an eye, the flames engulfed the entire boat, causing a scorching light to ripple on the river.
A light boat enters the blue sea, and white waves roll up the empty boat;
The laughter and conversation over wine are still there, the music of the piano is fading away and no one has returned it.
Mu Zi really remembers that when Master Yuanxu came to him with little Juchen who was only six years old, he once talked about Juchen's origin: Juchen was originally a resident of Donghai Fishing Village, and when Yinglong Xiangliu fought against Donghai
On the shore of the river, a huge wave swept through Juchen's hometown. Both his parents died in this devastating disaster, and when Yuxu Zhenren arrived with his sword, the whole village had already turned into a swamp, leaving only
The young Ju Chen sat in the wooden basin, drifting with the current, crying in panic.
At that time, Juchen was still too young to remember things, so the days of learning martial arts in Tianxuanmen became everything to him. He could no longer remember his hometown or what his parents looked like.
When he grew up in Tianxuanmen, his master saw that Ju Chen had forgotten the old things about his hometown, so he never mentioned them again. But Mu Zizhen remembered those few words when they first met.
When Bi Fei proposed, "Brother Mu, let Junior Brother Ju Chen be buried in peace," Mu Zizhen rejected the proposal. He didn't want Ju Chen to be buried here, in this Tianshui where there is no kindness, only sorrow and suffering.
In the town, he followed the custom of Juchen's hometown and carried out a water burial so that this young junior brother who had been wandering for half his life could return to his hometown.
Go home, go home...
The clear waves swayed, one wave after another, as if they were singing a soft song on the way home. The firelight and the waves were set against each other, and the slowly sinking boat was finally involved in the gurgling blue water and submerged into the deep twilight.
As if accompanying Ju Chen on his last journey, the green-edged sword that pierced the side of the ship and sank with the ship suddenly made a buzzing sound and suddenly jumped out of the water, like a silver dragon flying into the sky, causing waves to roll. I saw the sword light turning around.
, cut through the void, like the swift shadow of a swimming dragon, swept back to Mu Zi Zhen's side, flew into the sword box with a clang, and closed with a clang.
Mu Zizhen clenched and unclenched his fists hanging by his side. After a moment, he turned around and looked at Xiaozhu, Gui Haiming, Bi Fei and Lu Ling behind him, cupping their fists and saying:
"Thank you all for giving Ah Chen a ride. Mu is very grateful."
The hoarse voice spoke words of thanks. But these words made Xiaozhu feel heavy in his heart: What Mu Zi really wanted to thank was that they were with them here and saw Ju Chen off, but not for their help. Perhaps,
At that time, in the main hall of Tianshui Temple, he used the forbidden move of "Burn in the Nine Heavens" and died together with the demon Juchen. For Mu Zizhen, it was not a relief.
Although she wanted to comfort her, Xiaozhu and Mu Zizhen had never had a close relationship. The several times they met were tit-for-tat, and she really had no position to persuade her. She could only look at Bi Fei who was aside, hoping that the eloquent Bi Fei would say something.
What? But Bifei also frowned, half sad and half embarrassed. On the contrary, Lu Ling, who had never said anything nice, slammed the half-moon halberd in her hand on the ground and said loudly:
"Senior Brother Mu, I know you feel uncomfortable in your heart, and I won't say any nonsense about 'sorrowing for mercy'. I only know that the person who killed Junior Brother Ju Chen was the 'Soul Evil' who killed Qian Dao. Since Junior Brother Ju Chen is also called
If I say 'Senior Sister Lu', I, Lu Ling, will never be able to swallow this breath if I don't take revenge!"
"That's right." The one who answered was Gui Haiming, who had always been taciturn. He held a spear in his hand, and a blue wild fire suddenly shot up and wrapped around the silver gun barrel, like a flying flame with dragon patterns. His sword-browed eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were firm.
He stated coldly: "Revenge must be avenged, and love must be repaid. Ju Chen once saved my life, and Gui Haiming has never forgotten his kindness in the past. I will collect the debt for his life on his behalf."
"Ha, Chang Snake, this time you said something human. What's the 'Soul Evil' Emperor Slave, what's Venerable Yinglong, so what if he's a thousand-year-old demon, he doesn't have one nose and two eyes, let's follow him
Let’s fight!” Lu Ling puffed up his chest and said loudly.
The words of the two made Mu Zizhen purse his lips, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes, showing that he had made a decision in his heart. He raised his fists, gestured to the four of them, and then said in a deep voice: "The hatred of Ju Chen,
I, Mu Zizhen, have tried my best to make the Emperor's slaves repay their debt with blood. But not only Juchen, but nearly a hundred disciples of Tianxuan Sect are still suffering from the demonic energy at this time. I heard what you said before, it is known to solve the demonic aura.
Please tell me how to do it."
"To be honest, we are about to rush to Tianxuan Sect," Bi Fei nodded slightly and explained, "Firstly, we will remove the evil spirits of all the senior fellow apprentices. Secondly, we will return the Zixiao Sword of your sect. Thirdly, we have one more person.
This is an important matter, related to Yun Shengjing, and I hope to discuss it with the elders of your sect."
"Everyone, please follow me."
Mu Zizhen immediately activated his sword energy, and the Qingfeng Sword broke out of the box again and stopped in mid-air. Mu Zizhen stepped on the flying sword and soared into the air with the sword, like an immortal. At this moment, he no longer suffered from the corpse.
There is no need to traverse thousands of miles of hard work, but his thin and straight back with flying sword looks particularly lonely under the cold moonlight.
"Kengcha...kengcha..."
The night wind lifted his sleeve, revealing a black iron chain tied to his left wrist. This heavy, rusty iron chain was no longer a shackle, but a fetter, tying it to the breeze and making a soft sound.
